Lack All Trust
There's a bullet hole
Here in this brain
Don't look too close
You'll scream in pain.
I live through this,
Everyday
But no one sees,
So I don't say a thing.
There's metal beams.
Under my skin.
My bones are gone.
My body thin.
There's nothing left,
But an empty husk,
Hollow eyes
That lack all trust.
This poem is about:
Me